I was born with hydrocephalus to a mother with severe mental issues and was abused/neglected. At age 12 I was hit by a car and 'died' - the whole tunnel, lights, loved ones, euphoria nine yards. Honestly, I've used up several miracles making it to adulthood, everything since has been a bit of an added bonus. That said: heavy drinker, not much in the way of exercise...

wow, is that true ?? I was on that stuff myself for a couple of years (between the age of 15 and 17 or so). I had these weird acne cysts (not the usual kind that shows a white tip, but the painful stuff that stays under the skin and is more spread than a simple pimple). If I had known that it was bad quality dairy mixed up with wheat crap, PUFAs and refined sugar ... I would have stopped that stuff right away. I had strange thoughts during this period, not suicidal or depressed but weird and dark. I always thought it was the normal lot of teenagers ... goddamned drugs ...

Thanks for the links. Looks like real shit ... In the middle of my Roaccutane period, I started wearing black clothes, read tons of Lovecraft books, Stephen King's novels, got into UFO stuff, and listened to gothic music almost exclusively*. After 2 years, my acne condition improved and I started to wear colorful clothes, listened to non gothic music and read lighter stuff ... I thought I was leaving my teenage condition for a more mature one ... Damned drug!

*I mean the older kind of gothic music because I am not exactly very young - turned 39 a few days ago).

Accident-prone and klutzy. I will most likely die an unintentional death of my own doing.
Skin cancer, ovarian cancer, breast cancer, Alzheimer's, and every common heart/ blood/ lung problem in the past two generations.
Asthmatic with heinous allergies.
Lots of second hand smoke, both as a kid and now.
Lead paint, and I know I ate at least a little. Same goes for he questionable linoleum glue.
Soy formula fed, at least the second generation.
Hashimoto's Thyroiditis.
Depression, anxiety, PTSD, ADD/ ADHD, borderline Aspberger's.
Badly healed cracked rib and a first metatarsal avulsion fracture.
Several bouts of bronchitis as a kid.
Reasonably certain I dislocated and popped back in my left ankle in soccer once.
Oak Cliff soccer as a kid on hard pack clay. I wasn't the first kid to get a concussion or 3 by landing on my head after a slide tackle, and I won't be the last.
Physically abusive father, emotionally abusive and neglectful mother. I had a large hand in raising my younger sisters.
High stress job (civil engineer) in a high stress economy (oil town during a boom.)
Fell off the jungle gym and swignset too many times to count, got thrown in my cousins pool when I couldn't swim, fell off at least 3 different roofs.
Lived at the top of a steep hill with a well planted mailbox at the bottom of it in the middle of the sidewalk. Lost baby teeth that way.

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Accident-prone and klutzy. I will most likely die an unintentional death of my own doing.

That's me, too. And, I have really fragile, skinny bones that like to break over and over and over. I figure I'll die of infections in the hospital from getting surgery on a broken hip...

If I can just keep myself from breaking myself, I'll probably live to 90-100. That's how old my great-grandparents were, and my grandparents are 82, 86, and 87 (my mom's dad died in surgery at 62). I'm also short, have a good metabolism, a great immune system, had a healthy SAD diet as a child, never drank/smoked/did any drugs, and I have a lot of spunk. Knifegill is required to work very hard on his health so he can live as long as I'm supposed to!

Sugar. Tons and tons of sugar. I used to put something like 5 spoonfuls of sugar in my coffee every morning. Now I use 1 spoonful each of sugar and stevia, and sometimes an extra of sugar if I really feel like it needs it. Still kind of a lot, but it's a lot better than it was.

Speaking of coffee, I've been drinking it since I was a child (maybe 10 years old?) so I'm sure that's not too good either.

Speaking of coffee, I've been drinking it since I was a child (maybe 10 years old?) so I'm sure that's not too good either.

Many French kids (especially country side) grow up on "café au lait", upgrading to black coffee quite early enough. Or so it was when I was a kid ... today, I bet it is cereals and other crap. Not at home ...

Accident-prone and klutzy. I will most likely die an unintentional death of my own doing.
Skin cancer, ovarian cancer, breast cancer, Alzheimer's, and every common heart/ blood/ lung problem in the past two generations.
Asthmatic with heinous allergies.
Lots of second hand smoke, both as a kid and now.
Lead paint, and I know I ate at least a little. Same goes for he questionable linoleum glue.
Soy formula fed, at least the second generation.
Hashimoto's Thyroiditis.
Depression, anxiety, PTSD, ADD/ ADHD, borderline Aspberger's.
Badly healed cracked rib and a first metatarsal avulsion fracture.
Several bouts of bronchitis as a kid.
Reasonably certain I dislocated and popped back in my left ankle in soccer once.
Oak Cliff soccer as a kid on hard pack clay. I wasn't the first kid to get a concussion or 3 by landing on my head after a slide tackle, and I won't be the last.
Physically abusive father, emotionally abusive and neglectful mother. I had a large hand in raising my younger sisters.
High stress job (civil engineer) in a high stress economy (oil town during a boom.)
Fell off the jungle gym and swignset too many times to count, got thrown in my cousins pool when I couldn't swim, fell off at least 3 different roofs.
Lived at the top of a steep hill with a well planted mailbox at the bottom of it in the middle of the sidewalk. Lost baby teeth that way.

UGH. Freaking PARENTS. Mine were horrific too. I don't know if you have researched narcissism, but there is a whole bunch of Adult Children of Narcissist blogs. If you're interested, this is a good place to start Narcissists Suck: Narcissists Can't Be Rehabilitated - her blog is sort of considered to be the apex of the subject. Hope you've found a way to heal from that. You have my sincere empathy.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled. ~P. G. Wodehouse